Tragedy(Billie Joe Armstrong) (#Wattys2018)

Chapter 11: The Song

Bandit's POV

I sat in Tré's basement listening to 'Green Day'. Billie and Mike's voices work so well together. And Tré, oh my god he's a good drummer. They were astounding. They may as well be musical prodigies.

They played the songs on the tape Billie gave me then a few more. "Okay, last one. This is the song I just wrote," Billie said.

"What's it called?" I asked before they started.

"Going to Pasalaqcua," He said.

"That's a cool name," I mumbled to myself.

The song was great. Possibly my favorite. I stood up and clapped for them when they finished. They took corny dramatic bows causing me to laugh and sit back down.

Infatuation... I was infatuated with that song.

Would it last forever?
You and I together, hand in hand
We run away
I'm in for nasty weather
But I'll take whatever you can
give that comes my way

I loved that song! They need to record it. Like now, I need to hear it again and again. Why am I so obsessed? "Record that song," I demanded.

"We will eventually," Billie said.

"Not eventually, now," I laughed.

"So you liked it?" Billie smiled.

"I love it! From now on assume I will love all your music," I told him.

"She's a keeper," Tré said.

"Tré, sometime you should teach me how to play drums," I said.

"Hell Yeah," he stood up and gave me a high five.

Billie's POV

I was happy Bandit liked the song. In a way a wrote it about her. She infatuated me. I hate to sound like a creep but she did. I was writing a song and then she creeped into my head and became a part of it.

"What time is it?" She asked.

"Eight," I replied after glancing at the clock.

"Shit, I better get home," she said.

"I'll walk you over," I said.

"I live next door," she laughed.

"I don't care," I shrugged.

"Alright," she said. "Thanks for letting me stay."

"Anytime," Tré said.

"See ya tomorrow," Mike nodded still playing his bass.

"Bye," she waved.

"Be back in a few," I told them before we started up the stairs.

"My stepdad is going to be home soon," she said.

"I don't care," I told her.

"He will! You punched him in the face last night," she exclaimed.